One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Honore De BalzacRead
Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.
Interpretation
Love should be expressed fully and profoundly when it exists.
This quote by Honore De Balzac suggests that love, whether it is strong or uncertain, has the potential to be vast and significant. When love is present, it is important for it to manifest itself openly and without reservation, demonstrating its true depth and beauty.
In practice
Including this quote in a wedding speech to emphasize the depth of love.
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Loyalty in time of need is possibly one of the noblest of victories a courtier can win over himself.
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?
However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often, under the stress of passion, achieve heights of eloquence, in thought if not in language, and seem to move in some luminous sphere. Goriot's voice and gesture had at this moment the power of communication that characterizes the great actor. Are not our finer feelings the poems of the human will?
Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.
You start out giving your hat, then you give your coat, then your shirt, then your skin and finally your soul.
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'
All my feelings have the color you desire to paint.
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should be, for otherwise we would too easy forget.
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